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On Death’s doorstep she meanders; a helpless child caught in the wave of a
life gone wrong. No stranger to suffering. Waiting to die.

Relentless rage; transferred through her busy hands, carefully playing with
a thick loop of blue cord. Deadly, powerful and full of torment’s might. She
wanders dangerously close to an unstable edge. Final escape.

Knot thick around her neck, silent tears fall to the unforgiving floor.
Tightening, suffocating. She waits, thoughts racing through a wounded mind,
her consciousness collapsing. Gazing at smudgy patterns on a tiled floor.
The last thing she’ll see.

Head pounding, dizziness swift. Blackness caves in around a fragile heart.
Can’t breathe, chest tears with the burning need for life. Rope digging into
the skin layers of her throat. Blurry, distancing. Nothing romantic about
this death.

Blood pounds as her panic rises; but she’ll hold on. Ride out the pain,
embrace the storm. For after this, she’ll have crossed that line. Hold on,
the darkness is near. One more second.

Frightening, silencing. How her heart burns with longing for this day. Body
numb; she no longer finds the ability to move. Circulation fails, dimness
closes in…

Long for freedom.
Darkness is kind.
But only a way to leave this world behind.